First Sight

It wasn't love.

First day back home, at the kitchen sink, and I see this rather plump groundhog munching away on the clover. If only grandpa were here!

But he isn't and now I know we need a dog sooner than later. At least as soon as we put a veggie garden in. This one seemed like a veteran, for as soon as I blipped this ginormous fur ball he raced back to his hideout, under our shed.